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Seeing the remains of the poor girl, Father Timmis goes pale and grips his mace tightly. The elderly priest follows Yarden and Liandra towards the sounds of the disturbance, clearly worried at the viciousness of the attack. "What would cause such unnecessary violence? Such savagery?" murmurs Timmis sadly. "It's unimaginable."
Seeing no cause to the disturbance on this level, Father Timmis moves to the stairs, hurrying up to see who is responsible for the commotion.
Readying his mace, Father Timmis takes the lead with Yarden moving towards the sound of the commotion. "This is chaos," murmurs the old priest to nobody in particular, shaking his head with a worried frown.
His heart pounding with adrenaline, Father Timmis tries to back away from the conflict, indicating his thanks to Liandra as she covers his withdrawal. Once free of the conflict, he heads over to where people are fighting the fire to see if he can coordinate their efforts.
With a determined expression, Father Timmis hefts his mace and strides towards the thugs to help with liberating the dwarf.
Attack on thug. (1d20+1=21, 1d8-1=2)
"I know Petticoat District, so I'm definately coming, especially if I can gut some more of these addicts." She gives a cruel smile. "After our last encounter, it might be agood idea if you came along Father, a healer would be welcome." If anything, he smile becomes fiercer. Father Timmis winces slightly, but nods his readiness. "I'll try to keep everyone alive," he promises. "Although I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep it up for much longer, given the exuberance with which these poor people seem intent on destroying each other."
"I think we should all go - we managed ok last time, but who knows what trouble we'll run into," nods Father Timmis. Before looking slightly apologetic once more. "Err...again, I'm afraid I have no idea where the petticoat district is."
Father Timmis laughs again, before giving a shrug. "My faith teaches that everyone has infinite promise. It's up to each of us to nurture that potential and turn it into reality," motioning around at some of the desperate and downtrodden, before returning his attention to Savrial, he continues. "For some, it can be hard to recognise their own worth, nonetheless - it's in there somewhere."
Liandra raises an eyebrow. As he watches the exchange, Father Timmis chuckles at Liandra's expression, leaning forward to whisper softtly. "Somehow, I don't think we need worry that our quiet friend is suggesting anything untoward. I'd be surprised if she turns out to be skilled in 'interrogation' of the unsavory variety, wouldnt you?"
"A couple of lunatics tryin' to kill each other. They had a audience and everything." Father Timmis stands behind Liandra, still holding the arm of the beggar he escorted in, nodding as she gives her report. "I think they've both been using some drug," he adds. "Although I'm afraid I couldnt tell you exactly what - it's not really my forte, I'm afraid."
"Say no more, my friend," smiles Father Timmis. "We've all done things we regret. What makes us who we are is not where we've been but where we are going. I'm glad to be serving with you, for one."
"So what exactly did you used to do 'working by yourself'?" Father Timmis asks Harden, before indicating the rest of the group with a wave. "What brings you to serving in the watch alongside the rest of us?"
"I can help," Father Timmis offers, although he then offers a self-deprecating smile. "Not with carrying the poor man, I suspect I'd be more hindrance than help. However, I should be able to bring him around so he can walk himself." Murmuring a prayer, Father Timmis casts a brief spell as he places his hand over the unconscious beggar's forehead. Cure light wounds on the unconscious beggar. (1d8+3=11 hit points cured) After that, he returns to holding the manacled man gently but firmly, looking to Harden and Liandra and ready to escort the prisoners back to the lockup.
Heal check, looking over the unconscious beggar. (1d20+8=20) Father Timmis examines the unconscious beggar, a concerned look on his face as his minor magic fails to bring the injured man around. After a moment, he turns to the still conscious man and looks him over also. He turns toward the rest of the group, an arm still holding the manacled beggar gently. "Hmm, looks to me like these two unfortunates are not quite in control of themselves," he says indicating the arm of the beggar lying on the ground. "See those needle marks? They both show signs of being drugged." "What do you think? Should we take them back and let them sleep it off in the cells?" breaking off that thought, he frowns slightly as he muses to himself "Do we even have any cells?"
Father Timmis hurries over to clap manacles around the held beggar, before the spell wears off. After he's done that, he'll tend to the wounds of the unconscious man. Rebuke death on the unconscious beggar. (1d4+1= 2 hit points healed)
The man who was trying to strangle the other falls over unconscious, but the other man continues to beat him with his metal bowl as if he were unaware that his opponent has fallen. Frowning at the man's continued assault on the fallen beggar, Father Timmis steps forward slightly, his hands making a subtle gesture as he murmurs a prayer to Irori.
Thanking Harden as he is helped to his feet, Father Timmis moves up to stand close behind Liandra, also readying his mace in case it will be needed. Still unsure in his new role, he also reaches into his pocket and fishes out his watchman badge, waving it around uncertainly to anyone who may be interested in checking his credentials.
Stumbling and nearly ending spread-eagled on the road, Father Timmis frowns at the one who tripped him. "Careful friend," he warns, "those who stand by and let others be bullied will find there's no-one there to help them when they need it most."
"You there!" calls Father Timmis, hurrying forward toward the disturbance. "Let's have none of that! What's this all about - what's going on?" As he moves towards the two beggars, face a mask of concern, he leaves his weapons sheathed - holding out his empty hands in a placating gesture.
"Keep your eyes open, lots of folks around here are a lot more direct than this one" Father Timmis nods his understanding, before offering a wry smile. "My eyes are sharp enough, I'm sure I'll spot my share of miscreants," he grins. "It's catching them that might be the problem. I'm not as fit as I used to be." As he moves away from the beggar, he self-consciously adjusts the straps on his armor. "I dont know how people move around in all this metal." he complains to himself.
Father Timmis sighs sadly. "Perhaps you could put such tale-spinning to good use," he counsels the beggar reproachfully. "Earn yourself an honest living, maybe learn to play an instrument. There's always demand for bards and other entertainers - when the time is right people willingly pay for lies and tall tales."
“I don’t suppose ye’d have a spare coin fer an ol’ sailor what can’t sail nae more?” a ‘blind’ man asks piteously rattling his cup as you approach. "Of course," answers Father Timmis taking out a couple of copper pieces and dropping them in the proferred cup. "It must be terrible for you - not being able to sail any more. Were you in the city navy? Crewing a merchant's vessel?"
Heheh. You crazy kids...
Heading over to join the rest of his assigned team, Father Timmis notices Savrial's tear but doesnt comment, giving her a friendly smile before turning and nodding an acknowledgment to Harden. "Harden, good to be working with you," he says before facing Liandra. "Ready to go, Li. I hope you know the way to Blind Man's Alley."
She turns and faces the assembled recruits raising an eyebrow as she passes over the aging cleric... On seeing the half-elf's expression Father Timmis gives a self-deprecating smile, bowing slightly to her. "I may be old and a little less spritely than I once was," he confesses with a twinkle in his eye. "And it's true that I've spent more time in libraries than I have in battle. Nonetheless, I can assure you I am fit and ready to serve the city. I'm called Father Timmis, by the way, servant of Irori. What should I call you...?"
Father Timmis steps forward from the group of enlistees. Unsure of exactly how he should act, he offers Nico an awkward salute. "Err, Father Timmis reporting for duty...sir, er... ma'am..." he trails off, fidgetting nervously with the straps of his armor. "It will be a great honor to serve the city, I'm sure we won't let you down." Although offering a friendly smile to the other recruits, he begins to feel slightly uncomfortable and hurries over to register with Keriton. After giving his details to the Thri-kreen, he moves over to Kitty and introduces himself. "Kitty is it? I'm Father Timmis. I used to work as an archivist," he introduces himself with a smile. "If you ever need any help with that paperwork, let me know."
Father Timmis is nearly done (sorry for the delay). Please check over his background and see it fits in ok. I still have to do spells and items - should be done within a few hours... Looking forward to getting to use him.. :)
If the five of you were interested in keeping this going, I'd be prepared to take on DMing another PBP - assuming Archon Adept was OK with that anyhow. I own the module he was going to run, although I havent yet read it, so would need a little while to get started. I am a relative newcomer to PBP, if you want to see the style, the game I am running is the bastion PBP. Let me know if you'd be interested (if a DM does turn up, I'd rather play of course - but I enjoy DMing as well...)
Changes made - although I havent filled out all his languages yet (seems a little redundant given the helm...) I will get to them soonish. I don't know why I missed that - I think I thought the limit was 6000gp or something. Sorry about that, I'll leave it for now, but happy to change of course if you prefer. :/
I didn't use any age modifiers (in my tabletop group we generally don't so it didnt occur to me). Going with what you've got there, if it's ok I'll increase his Int by 3 (2pts remaining to be spent +1 for 4th level gain).
Introducing Father Timmis, devoted servant of Sarenrae. Let me know if there's anything you want changed. |
